Ready...Set....

Jacob has a new hobby. He races cars. No, not toy cars. No, not a video game. No, not an imaginary game in the backseat while my heavy foot tries to bore a hole in the floorboard. He actually races against them. When he hears a car coming, he gets into a loose starting stance on the sidewalk near the middle of the block. His left foot is forward and the right back a bit for a good push. His arms are bent. His muscles are coiled for action. He looks back over his right shoulder. When the car reaches a set point, or when he just can't wait any more, he sprints to the stop sign on the corner. He is absolutely convinced that he will one day beat a car to the corner. The doting mother in me wants to pay the neighbor boy to drive slowly so that Jake can win.